Testo Late Night

Ahem, ha, uh

Late night on the freeway, riding by my solo
Cut the trap music, throw on something made for grown folk
Dru Hill knocking, feel the beauty in the solitude
Forever prevailing over obstacles
Spaceship gon' land, astronomical
All about my fucking money just like prostitutes I got a nigga that's pitching in front of Jamba Juice
I'm in and out of these cities, in different kind of coupes
And if I say you my nigga, I go the mile for you
Why you ain't bust at them niggas when they had shot at you?
And they gon' tell you you they with you, gotta find the proof
The AMG got a roof but this shit is optional
I ain't gon' mention your name if I did the crime with you
Just know that it was for real if I shared a bond with you
And it's a gift and a curse when you think what time could do
[?] straight to your bond, we could divide the two
Minus the bullshit, life's great
Race through the lot in a white Wraith
Dealer plates, fish boats, let 'em talk about me
Shout out all the bitches that done fought about me
Got people of Latin descent that go to war about me You defended, have my mother go to court about me
Restitution, they ain't ever get a quarter out me
Fuck it, I be on the run for the summer
Might just shoot the function up 'cause I wanna
One of my custies got knocked, still owe me 60 dollars
I swear to God, in eighth grade, that we was doing Pradas
I got the pictures, don't believe me, nigga
Everything designer when you see me, nigga
Know my niggas wrong, still screaming, "Free them niggas"
Don't approach me, I don't speak to niggas
Quick to draw straps and put heat to niggas
Like the shit that's coming out your motherfucking speaker, nigga
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